A Week with Hermione | By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 8: Saturday
“Hermione, are you awake dear?” her mother chimed in.
Harry had just enough time to register that he was lying
next to Hermione in her bed, both naked and barely covered by the disarray of
her bed sheets, when panic filled him.
He jolted out of bed, startling Hermione awake. Standing naked he scanned the floor for his
clothes. He found them cluttered along
the edge of the carpet amid the crash of books and trinkets still dashed
against the wall from the mysterious burst they must have emitted the day
before. Already the sound of shoes
clopping down the hallway could be heard and Hermione scrambled for her own
discarded garments. Neither of them had
time to put on anything before a tall figure loomed in the doorway. Hermione’s father looked at the rawness of
what stood before him.
Her mother followed quickly on his heals and let out a
scream of shock and no doubt dismay when she registered the scene. “Oh My Gooooood!”
Harry didn’t shoot up in bed, but his eyes split open and
his heart was racing. He was beginning
to really hate dreams like that. He was
lying in bed with Hermione still asleep and wrapped around his right side. She was breathing steadily, softly. They were both still naked and barely covered
by the disarray of her bed sheets. The
room was dark but sunlight filtered in through Hermione’s window blinds. Goodness knows how many hours they
slept. They must have finally passed out
from the exhaustion of constant, wonderful sex sometime in the middle of
yesterday. Somehow, Harry was pretty
sure it was Saturday now, sometime in the morning, and he moved his body gently
to search out Hermione’s alarm clock. He
spotted it still overturned on Hermione’s nightstand and crammed against the
wall corner with her lamp and some framed photographs, all gathered and bunched
together. Trying not to wake her, Harry
slowly rose and stretched to reach it.
When he did, and saw that it was indeed a little after seven in the
morning--they must have slept something like sixteen hours!--, Hermione began
to stir. It wasn’t long before her
eyelids parted and fluttered open, showing the beautiful liquid crystal consciousness
of her eyes beneath.
A smile spread on her cheeks, now pale from sleep, “Morning,
sexy.”
The way she said it made Harry grin, and made his heart skip
a little. It was so adult, so familiar
now. They were so comfortable with each
other in a deep way Harry never fathomed was possible. He leaned down to kiss her quickly but with
care and feeling, and absently stroked her shoulder and stray tresses of her
hair.
He pulled back, smiling openly to her, “Morning yourself,
beautiful. Cor, I’m thirsty!”
“Me too!” Hermione nodded sleepily then yawned. “We had quite a work out yesterday!”
Harry kissed her again, he couldn’t stop doing it! “Care for a repeat performance? Once we drink a gallon of water first, of
course.”
Hermione grinned devilishly and a deep, throaty laugh escaped
her throat. But before she could answer,
the sound of a car engine was rising up the street and came to a quick humming
stall most definitely in the Granger driveway.
The two looked at each other wide-eyed.
If Harry’s dream was a possible premonition, it was a thankful one. They burst off from the bed and gathered
their respective garments before Harry ran naked out of Hermione’s room.
Hermione followed shortly after. “I’ll run into their bathroom, you run into
the hall bathroom! Start the shower and
everything will look normal! I hope.”
Harry nodded wordlessly, and as he made it into the hall
bathroom he heard the clanky key-in-lock sound and closed and locked the bathroom
door. He turned the shower on just as he
heard the front door open. Thankfully,
he was now hidden by the timeless anonymity and privacy of the loud shower
spray. Harry relaxed and placed his
clothes on the laundry basket by the toilet before stepping into the shower and
cleaning himself in earnest. While he
washed his body, Harry went through the previous day and checked off any
possible signs of suggestion they may have left behind in the house and was
pretty sure they took care and cleanedafteafter themselves. He reminisced pleasantly at their frantic
day-long lovemaking, remembering every detail to further impress it all into
his mind. He entertained a moment of
panic at the blasted mess in Hermione’s room, but felt that they could
sufficiently chalk it up to Harry’s weird and spontaneous emotionally-triggered
magical outbursts. In a way, that’s
probably what it was.
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